Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?